King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table Page #3

historical facts.

I don't know what this thing's made out

of, but for some reason it feels good.

Right? Let me

get it back.

Let me get it back, bro.

I want to take it back

to my place.

Find out what those markings

are all about.

Should we have a professional

look at that?

Man, I have my master's

in Medieval Archeology.

I think I'm more than qualified

to check this thing out.

To be what, the Wizard of Oz?

This thing shouldn't even be in

public, guys.

How did Elaine get that?

I don't know, but whoever

she got it from,

I think they want it back.

Hey! What are you doing?

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just going to

disintegrate your soul.

Stand.

Turn around.

Let me mark him.

If you must.

Now you know who you belong to.

Now, go get that grail

and find out if she did indeed give

it to a bastard seed of Arthur's.

Don't touch this one.

I like her.

Go.

Whether the grail

is magical or not,

someone believes in its powers.

Enough to kill for?

Possibly.

Someone who believes in this fantasy

mumbo-jumbo as much as you?

Penn, this isn't fantasy.

This is real.

Nah, what's real is...

Elaine's dead.

And I blame you.

Hey. Come on. It's not

Gunner's fault, man.

Look. If Gunner hadn't been filling her

head with all this ridiculous Knights

of the Round Table nonsense, maybe Elaine

would have had her head grounded in reality.

Not some dangerous delusion.

-Man, having pride in our past isn't a crime.

-Just drop it, Gunner.

I'm not gonna drop it, man.

Elaine was related to the

wizard Merlin and I have King Arthur's

blood running through my veins.

No, you don't!

You just got the same

blood as me.

A simple grunt who can't

even make Captain.

I went along with this silly charade so

your little feelings wouldn't get hurt.

We knew this made you happy.

-And Elaine paid the price.

-Hey, calm down, man.

Maybe your bad temper

is the reason

-you didn't get promoted to Captain.

-Nah. I'm done.

Forget this.

I'm going back.

I'm getting my bag

and I'm getting on a plane.

It's over.

Come on, Jenna.

Come on, Penn, man. We got to

talk about this some more.

You can't leave Thailand

like this, bro. Come on.

He's tripping out.

He's got some temper issues.

Hey.

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

I'm looking for a

particular sword.

Perhaps you can help me.

What the hell are you

doing here?

Don't send me back empty

handed.

I want to spare

you from her wrath.

Dude, get the hell off me.

You recently touched the cup.

Who is this

colorful character?

Aren't you clownish.

This is amazing.

Who did she give the cup to?

He must be sweating his balls off

here in Bangkok. Look at you.

This is not how I wanted

to introduce myself.

I didn't come here for a quell.

But even my patience has limits.

Narcotics.

Guys, he's doing narcotics.

This guy's a clown.

Look at him. Jesus.

You're not related.

But what's growing

inside of you...

Whoa.

Time for you to leave.

So she gave you the cup.

You have my father's same

impulsive spite.

As do I.

You don't know me.

Just give me the grail

and I'll be gone.

Not gonna happen.

There's no need for

vehement actions.

Especially when...

Forgive me for my arrogance...

I clearly have the

advantage on you.

Did you kill Elaine?

Maybe.

Sorry, Mr. Fancy Pants, you're

going to have to leave my dojo.

-You can either leave the

easy way... Or the hard way?

Look,

he brought a friend.

-You look some sort of Russian or something.

-Jesus!

It's a wrap guys!

Gunner!

-Lucas!

-Penn!

Help me hold him down!

Get that damn glove off!

I must say I'm impressed, but your

melee skills could use some work.

-I would be happy to oblige.

-Jenna, call the cops.

Is everyone okay?

Is that thing even human?

Yes. With enhancements.

The antibodies in the blood are replaced

with the cyber-serum to increase strength.

Efficient, but awfully messy

when it comes out.

Wait. Freak show,

who are you?

I am Mordred.

Son of Morgana.

Morgana. Not another word

until the cops get here.

Gunner, how does it work in

Bangkok? Is it still 9-1-1?

Calling for help is a

waste of time,

which frankly you don't have.

Right now mother sent one slayer. But

what happens when she sends ten,

20, or even a hundred?

Please. This can be avoided.

-Lucas, give me something to gag this guy with.

-Wait. Wait. Wait.

Say that again.

Your mother? Morgana?

-She's here?

-Right now she's weak,

but soon she will be healed and then even

I can't temper her actions towards you.

I came back to this planet for

redemption. But her? Revenge.

Gunner, Jenna asked you a question.

How do we call the cops?

We're not calling

the cops.

Why not? And give me

back my phone.

We're bringing this

guy and the grail to my place

so we can figure out what the

heck is going on here.

Are you crazy?

For it's worth,

that was my mother,

but I don't suppose that makes

much difference now.

-We can't trust him.

-Don't you guys understand?

What he's saying is true.

This guy's mother, Morgana, has come back to

kill the Knights of the Round Table's kin.

-Bro. That's us.

-You call them stories. I call that my life.

-Gunner, you act like you know this guy.

-I do know this guy!

So, who is he?

Give or take a couple centuries?

He's our uncle.

Shh.

It's okay.

I'm not going to hurt you.

You're so very beautiful.

Beauty can be a distraction.

Or a weapon.

I should know.

I've used my beauty

to use up warriors.

Armies.

Kings.

Please, enter.

Yes?

Ma'am, are you the owner of this

establishment?

Is there a problem?

We received reports of some disturbances

coming from inside this building.

Disturbances?

We'd like to come inside and take a look around,

ask some questions, if that's all right.

Please. Feel free to explore.

What's back there?

Excellent.

I needed some more muscle.

Nice house.

Thanks, freak show.

Have a seat over here.

Guys, this is stupid.

We need to call the cops.

I don't like bullies. I'd rather take my

chances with our friend, the Goblin King.

I can't believe I'm saying

this, but I agree with Lucas.

We are getting in way

too deep here.

I think everything this guy

is saying is the truth.

And I have every reason to believe

that this guy's a lying sack of crap.

Penn, I know you're the guy

that has all the solutions,

but this is a problem that I can

actually help us solve.

If you'll just give me a chance.

Give me a minute.

One hour. That's it.

Then we call the cops.

One hour. Jenna,

let's get on this.

Your arrogance and doubt are no

match for my mother.

Let me help while there's

still time.

Not a chance.

Then you're already dead.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Say another word and I'm going

to break your jaw.

Lucas, watch this guy.

Hey Penn, you're not my boss.

What?

You got a problem?

Christ! I'll watch him.

Come on, man.

Is that supposed to

intimidate me?

I know I have seen the markings

on this grail before.

I don't remember where but I

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